Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
MC5,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.